Bitter Kisses

Lies. Betrayal. Secrets. Hate.

All circles of hell that we’ve been through like levels in a game.

But… we lost.

Trust is really deception. 

Contracts are ruthless vendettas in writing.

Now we’re in the very pit of hell with the power to crush a soul, to save a life, to secure a future, all rests in my frozen hands.

I’ve been a puppet and I’m broken beyond repair.

But it doesn’t matter.

I have empty memories, a blank future and a shredded soul.

But I think I still love him.

Bitter consequences be damned…

So, you tell me, what kind of fool does that make me?